“Sweating out the alcohol helps.”
She wiped her brow and grabbed the hem of the sweatshirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the couch.Shit. Shit!She still wore the thin tank top, very much without a bra, and I slammed my eyes shut as her breasts moved with each crunch. It was so not cool to stare, but…she did say she’d watched me.
So maybe it wasn’t inappropriate?
She grunted as she counted closer to fifty, and when she finished, she lifted the edge of her tank top toward her face, using the material to wipe her sweat. In the process, she showed off her stomach.
My god. This girl was hot. Smooth skin, a sparkling belly ring that I desperately wanted a closer look at, and a trail of birthmarks I wanted to touch. My neck burned, and I could barely swallow as my attraction threatened to take over my brain. How long had it been since I slept with someone? Months? Why had it beensodamnlong?
“Do I have abs yet?” she asked, her eyes closed as she panted on the ground. Each breath made her breasts threaten to spill over the tank top, and my lower gut burned with lust.
“Your stomach looks fine,” I said, sounding like an idiot, and I slammed my mouth shut. Maybe I should open a window to get fresh air in here.
“I feel like I should have a six pack though.” She opened her very blue eyes and patted her stomach over the material of her shirt. “I used muscles I haven’t in years. How many more until I have abs?”
I snorted and wiped a hand over my face. “Uh, quite a few.”
“Great.” She pushed herself up, her perky, pointed nipples making my mouth water the longer I stared. It didn’t matter that her face was flushed or that little pieces of her hair escaped and plastered to her sweaty skin—she looked gorgeous.
“What’s next, J.D.?”
“Thought we agreed on Jonah,” I fired back, my uneven breathing getting louder.
“Ah well, when you makethatface, yourI’m a million percent focusedface, you’re J.D. to me.”
“I’m focused all right,” I said, my voice going deeper than intended. It was filled with innuendos, but Ryann seemed unfazed and unaware of my struggle. She rolled her eyes and jutted her chin.
“What’s next?”
“Planks.” I got into the position, my weight on my elbows and my toes as I used every muscle in my core to balance. “Hold it for a minute, rest a minute, repeat.”
She nodded, modeled my posture, and got into the position facing me. Her shirt hung low, too low, in fact. I could see almostallof her breasts. If she shifted even a little bit, I’d get to see her nipples, and my god, I could think of nothing I wanted more.
She grunted and looked up at me, a determined smile on her face. “My entire body is shaking.”
“That can happen,” I said through gritted teeth. Never in my life had I been turned on during a work-out. It was uncomfortable, and I needed to cut it short.Breathe in, breathe out.I cleared my mind the best I could, but my effort was all for nothing when I opened my eyes again and stared down her shirt.
I had to be the world’s biggest asshole.
“Checking me out, Jo?” she said, her face red from straining. There was a playful glint to her eyes.
“Uh, well,” I said, gulping as my face burned with embarrassment. “Yes. I’m sorry.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t seem to stop.” We held eye contact just as the instructor said time, and I collapsed onto my back, panting. The plank wasn’t why I was out of breath.
“Jonah.” Her voice pleaded with me, and I waited a beat before sitting up and looking at her.
She rubbed her lips together, her pulse racing at the base of her neck. “It’s okay.”
“What is?”
“You checking me out. I don’t mind.” She shrugged, and her heated gaze moved over my chest.
“We shouldn’t,” I said, unsure of what I meant. We weren’t doing anything. Just sitting there sweaty from a workout, yet it was the sexiest thing I’d done in months. Years, even.
“Shouldn’t what?” she asked, licking her bottom lip before her teeth came down on it. Her eyes heated, and her chest heaved. “I’m admiring you. Nothing wrong with looking, Jonah. Plus,” she said, a dangerous lilt to her voice made me tense. “You made it clear we wouldnever happen.”
